Chapter 14

Salvatore

I haul her over my shoulder, kicking and screaming. Passing by the owner of this cesspool, who I know from different events, I lean in, my voice a deadly whisper. "Not one word about this to the press."

He nods quickly, already sweating bullets. "The footage is already erased," he stammers.

I walk a few steps, then turn back, fixing him with a glare. "And never let my wife back in here again. You see her at your door, you fucking call me."

"Understood," he mumbles.

I stride out to the car, her struggles futile against my grip. She’s a wildcat, but I’m used to taming her. I throw her into the back seat, climbing in after her. My hand finds her neck, tightening until her eyes widen. She’s gasping for air, but I don’t let up.

"What the fuck do you think you’re doing?" I hiss.

She laughs hysterically, a sound that grates on my nerves. Gently, she taps her hand on my chest, right over my heart. "When you looked me in the eyes and told me I’m nothing to you, that the past two years of our marriage were only for business, I promised myself that I would shoot you right here, in your heart, without firing a single bullet."

Her fingers tangle in my hair, her touch both a torment and a tease. "You will beg for me to look at you like before, to love you again, even if a little. But I won’t, Salvatore. I won’t. You’ll suffer just like you made me suffer."

I tighten my grip on her neck, bringing my face close to hers. "Is this what you want to stop this fuckery? For me to beg? Here you go, baby."

I press my lips against hers, my breath mingling with hers. "I beg you," I whisper, my voice hoarse. "I beg you to look at me like you used to. To love me, even a little. Please, Serena."

I loosen my grip just enough for her to breathe, but my hand remains on her throat. "You want to see me suffer, baby? I’m already suffering at your indifference."

"I’ll do anything," I continue. "Anything to make you love me again. To make you need me like I need you. I fucked up. I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry."

As I release her neck, I see the red marks my fingers left behind, and I get hard. She glares at me, but I can see the conflict in her eyes. She hates me, but she craves me. And that’s enough. For now.

My hand moves from her neck to her face, squeezing it so her lips pucker. I growl, "But if you think I will let you go off and kiss other men, tease them with a promise of what’s mine, you’re dead wrong. While I beg, and while you try to forgive me, baby, there will be no other."

I wipe the blood from my hands onto her cheeks, smearing it like war paint. "Or else I will bathe you in their blood. Do you understand?"

The jealousy burns through me, a wildfire that I can’t control. The thought of anyone else touching her, seeing her, drives me to the brink of madness.

Her eyes gleam with a wicked light. "But I enjoyed his kiss, Salvatore," she says, her voice taunting.

I grab her hair roughly, I’m like a wolf ready to rip into its prey. The rage boiling inside me is almost uncontrollable, and all I can think about is going back there and making sure there’s no pulse left in that motherfucker.

She continues, her voice laced with venom. "I don’t know if you were faithful to me in our marriage. Why should I be faithful now?"

I bite her lip hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste mixing with my anger. "You have me branded, Serena," I snarl. "Even when I was denying my feelings, I never touched another woman. I’m yours, always have been."

Our noses touch, and I’m not gentle with her at all now. "I’ve been going easy on you, but if you think for a second that I’ll allow you to sleep with other men, you’re dead wrong. I’d castrate any and all of them before killing them. You’d have a pretty collection of the dicks of the men that you killed indirectly."

She gasps, gulping. Brave little girl isn’t so brave now, is she?

I secure her in the backseat with the seatbelt, tying her so she can’t move. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn’t say anything. I climb into the driver’s seat and slam the door shut, my mind racing with images of her kissing that man. My body feels like it’s burning, the rage and jealousy searing through me. He tasted what is mine, and he got his punishment. Now it’s her turn.

I floor the gas pedal, rushing to the mansion. The drive is a blur of headlights and dark thoughts, each one more vivid than the last. Every second, every image of her with that man kills me inside. By the time we pull into the driveway, I’m practically shaking with the need to claim what’s mine.

Once inside the mansion, I carry her straight to the bedroom. She fights me the entire way, but her resistance only turns me on. I throw her onto the bed.

"You think you can just let another man touch what's mine without punishment?" I bark. "You think I won't remind you who you belong to?"

She kicks out, trying to free herself, but I merely tighten my grip, flipping her over my lap. Her dress rides up, exposing her ass cheeks in nothing but a red thong. My hand comes down hard on her ass, the sharp sting making her gasp. I don't stop, each slap harder than the last.

"This is for kissing him," I snarl, my hand landing again with a resounding smack. "This is for letting him touch you."

"Fuck you," she cries out, but I don't relent. She’s fighting me, but she’s dripping all the way down to her knees, her thong a sopping wet mess.

After about twenty spanks, I finally pause, my hand resting on the red skin of her ass. She is breathing heavily, but I’m not done yet. I stand up, dragging her with me and throwing her onto the bed. I can see the lust in her eyes as I remove my belt, the leather slipping through my fingers with a menacing hiss. She’s missed this; it's been so long since we last slept together.

"You're going to learn," I warn, "that you belong to me."

I kneel on the bed, positioning her so she is on all fours, her ass raised in the air. I use the belt to bind her hands to the headboard. I rip her thong from her body. "You want this," I whisper. "You need this."

She moans as I insert a finger inside her, her body tensing around it. I add another, pumping in and out of her quickly. I continue to torment her, my fingers working her closer and closer to the edge. But I’m not going to let her find release. Not yet.

When I finally pull my fingers out, she whimpers in frustration. I grab her by the hair, pulling her head back so she is forced to look at me.

"You don't get to come until I say so," I tease. "You don't get anything until you understand that I’m your man."

I push her face down into the mattress, positioning myself behind her. I enter her in one swift motion, a groan escaping my lips. Fuck, it’s been too long without her heat.

She screams, but I don't stop. I pound into her with a ferocity that matches my rage.

"You’re mine," I hiss, my eyes locking with hers. "Say it."

Her eyes widen, her lips parting as she struggles to breathe. "I’m yours," she chokes out.

My hand moves to her clit, rubbing in quick, rough circles, pushing her closer to her orgasm. "Louder," I demand, my voice a harsh whisper. "Say it louder."

"I’m yours," she cries out, her body tensing as she nears her climax.

"Cum," I order.

I feel her walls clench around me, her body trembling as she comes. I follow her over the edge, my release ripping through me, painting her walls white.

"You're never going to forget this," I promise, my hands gripping her hips tightly. "You're never going to forget who you belong to."